Текст песни А. Башлачев - Не позволяй душе лениться

Do not let the soul are lazy,
Lupil is devil.
The soul is obliged to work
On the production of bricks.

Refers people in the tram close.
Dancing labor people.
Frost and sun - wonderful day
For milling work.

In the fire alarm and in the days of bad weather
Burn, burn, my star!
Star of captivating happiness -
Star Hero Socytrud!

I decided to a party unanimously
Ignite and burn.
In the garden burns the Krubina Red,
But no one can warm.

Not navigator, not a carpenter,
Not academician, not a hero, -
Ivan Kuzmich is a responsible worker.
He deserved honorary hemorrhoids.

His example is another science.
Age at the court. And a little king himself.
So, damn, always to your services
Pharmacy, street, lantern.

He was the herald generations.
Wherever he left,
Behind him everywhere poor Lenin
Chaphed with heavy cap.

How to nice to go out in a pure field
And shout there: - E..a's mother!
We are blacksmiths. What is the bigger?
What can we still say?

When the soul is wet from sweat
She has no time to think nor suffer.
But people have no bad work,
And every work is grace.

Do not let the soul are lazy
In the republic of free labor.
Your soul is always obliged to work,
And parasites - never!